The sombre/melancholic/dim ambiance of the recording studio/soundstage/chamber was thick with anticipation/laden with expectation/pregnant with possibility. Whispers/Murmurs/Sighs snaked through the air as the band, Seventeen, prepared to capture/embark on/forge their latest/newest/upcoming album. "Echoes of Remember," a title laced with/haunted by

Savvo reigned, a tyrant who wrought his power through ruthlessness. His kingdom, thriving, lay in ruins under the weight of his capricious reign. Whispers spread of his horrific deeds, tales of bloodshed. His hordes were feared across the land Subjects lived in constant apprehension No one dared But Savvo's reign would not last forever. A thre